Midnight Sacrifice

by Priscilla RorieQuailBellMagazine.com

The night gives birth to freedom.As you sleep,I runWild in the grass.I inhale the ocean breezeand blow it out like smoke, It’s almost tangible. The moon is the god of the skythe grass stains on my knees are symbolic of my humility. I give the moon meAnd in return I am given infinity. The deep blue and blackthat stretches across the sky. Lukewarm it envelops me, sifting through my fingers.I smile at its sweetnessand yearn to know its secrets lurking behind the heavy dense curtain.So I listen and learnuntil light blot outs the dark, Bringing complexity of the daytime.Morning is melancholythe rising sun causes shadows and a gnawing nostalgia.